Day 51 – Vallejo, CA

Our gang was back on their normal schedule as far as wake-up and morning routine goes.  I got my breakfast at my normal time, and promptly asked to be excused for personal reasons.  Well, of course, Don had to accompany me, and we started walking down toward my regular bathroom area.  I heard a human voice behind me, so I turned around to see who it was.  Turned out it was the Park Manager, who I had met before, and who had welcomed me very nicely.  So, I spun around and galloped toward her for a greeting.  Don was yelling something at me, but I wasn’t listening well.  She was petting me and talking to Don, and I heard her say something about leashes.  Turned out, she was chewing on Don for my not having my leash on, per Park rules.  Oh, well, it’s not my responsibility.  He snapped my leash on and escorted me to the peeing place, mumbling something that I didn’t understand.

When we were all ready to go, we jumped into the truck and headed for Benicia, where we picked up little Lena again and took her down the Marina for a walk.  The weather was pretty warm, and Lena and I had the same idea, which was to stay in the shade as much as possible.  I found myself following her closely as we walked, as she seemed to find the shortest route between shady areas.  She’s pretty sharp that way.  We met some people with dogs, and all of them were very pleasant, including the dogs.  I know that Lena and I look kind of odd together, but most people seem to get a kick out of us.  Anyway, it was a fun walk.  After we dropped Lena off at Jerry’s, we went up to the Church that Don’s folks went to, to see if we could find the trees that Karen, Don’s old GF, told us she had planted in their memory.  We think we did, though there wasn’t any identification on them. 

A houseboat that Don seemed to fancy

We like Lena pics

Think the Wife named the boat

Memorial Trees

Don wanted to get a Cajun Hot Sausage for lunch at his favorite hot dog place down near the bottom of First Street, Char’s.  When we got there, he was surprised and saddened to see that the hot dog stand had been replaced by a hamburger stand, with no Cajun Sausages.  He asked Garmie if there was another hot dog place in town, and she said there was, and led him up the street to find it.  Unfortunately, she was lying again; no luck.  So, we headed back to the rig and had lunch there. 

After lunch, Geri and Don went off to visit one of their local friends, Mimi, who had been a close friend of Don’s Mom.  It was too hot for me to stay in the truck, so I remained napping in the coach while they visited.  They also had some shopping to do at the local Safeway, a few final things they needed for the last leg home.  When they got back to the rig, they told me how much fun it had been to see Mimi again, and what a good time they had visiting with her.  I was glad for them, but I was perfectly comfortable at home.  We watched a little TV, and I got my dinner, then they had some leftovers from the meals they had indulged in when we were in Sparks.  After everyone had eaten, we got into the truck and went down to the waterfront park along the Napa River Channel, across from Mare Island Shipyard, where Don used to work.  There were a lot of people there, many with dogs, and there is a big grassy area for playing and running.  Unfortunately, I made the mistake of finding something tasty in the grass and eating it before I realized what I was doing.  I was immediately severely scolded by Geri, and the leash was snapped on, where it stayed for the rest of the walk.  But we got to meet a lot of people and other dogs, and it was altogether quite enjoyable.

Back at the coach, I got some treats, we watched some more “Dancing with the Snores”, put the blog together, and got a fairly early bed time.  I hear we’re sticking around tomorrow to do some more visiting; OK with me!